#I forgot to reblog this here oops

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Just a bunch of doodles!

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💗you should be cuddling with me💗

ok to rb

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a court of azriel's questionable choices <3 book 5 sneak peek!

[nikatyler]

a lil witch I made last night (they/them) ✨

[crescentfool]

a silly little comic i drew in a one hour haze featuring @fwishfearme and i’s ocs! aka: what happens when you put fishing extraordinaire shirayuri fugetsu in the same scenario as my silly squid minatoast? (alt text/dialogue in image captions)

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Mad Season 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, social anxiety, chronic illness, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Character: Bucky Barnes, Peter Parker

Summary: a class project gets messy. (short!reader)

Note: yes I'm being irresponsible.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

‘So sorry I’m running behind. May forgot her wallet’. You reread Peter’s message for the fifth time and check the time under the bubble. More than forty minutes ago. He has to be close. 

You thought of checking but you don’t want to pressure him. Besides, he is doing a favour by bringing you to Stark Tower to let you use the space with him. You turn and pace along the wall, out of the way of the New York pedestrians who wouldn’t even notice if you got underfoot. 

You thought of waiting in the lobby but that’s too much. You focus on breathing. You feel alright for the moment, but a few times, you’ve reached for your inhaler just out of habit.  

“Hey,” a voice draws you out of your mounting anxiety, bringing you back down to just above neutral. “Door’s open, you know?” 

You face Bucky as he holds open of the many glass doors. 

You nod and teeter on your heels. “I know, sir. Just waiting.” 

“Bucky,” he corrects you. Like last time. Oops. “Waiting on the kid?” You gesture affirmatively again. He waves you over casually with a gloved hand, “come on. I can get ya into the lab.” 

“Mm, ahem,” you clear your throat, it’s getting tight. You get closer as the noise of the street makes it hard to hear your own thoughts. “That’s nice but I said I’d wait here.” 

“Busy,” he comments and his eyes roll around derisively. “Should be out here on the street. Let the kid know you’ll be upstairs.” 

There’s no arguing with him, not that you would ever dare. You’re not afraid of him. Maybe intimidated but who doesn’t make you feel small. No, he’s Bucky Barnes, an Avenger. You have no ground to tell him no. Besides, he’s being nice even if his tone remains mostly indifferent. 

“Thanks, s—Bucky,” you muster a tight-lipped smile. 

He holds the door and you flit in ahead of him, your wool jacket flapping and brushing against him. He follows. You hurry ahead then stop short as you realise you don’t know where you going. As you do, a man in a suit huffs and nearly knocks you over with his arm. 

“Watch it, little girl.” He sneers. 

“Hey,” Bucky catches him by his tie, “what’d you say to the lady?” 

You spin around in shock, rubbing your arm at the suddenness of it all. 

“N-nothing, I--” the man blinks in fear. “Nothing, she just got in my way.” 

“You knocked into her and you can’t say sorry?” Bucky pulls him closer, glaring at him with a furrow of his nose. 

“N-no,” the man shows his palms, “no.” 

“Look at her. She’s half your size, pal. You think she could hurt you?” 

“No, no, look, I’m sorry. I’m sorry!” The man sputters. 

“Not to me,” Bucky slides his hand down the man’s tie and pulls him like a dog on a leash toward you, “her.” 

The man blanches and gulp, “look, miss, I’m sorry. I didn’t see you. I shouldn’t have... I should look where I’m going.” 

“Good boy,” Bucky’s snarl comes close to a smirk as he lets the man go and taps his cheek lightly. “Go.” 

He shoves the man by the shoulder and you bat your eyes dumbly. You watch him go as Bucky looms close. You look at him and reach for your bag. You unzip the pouch at the end of the thin strap and pull out your inhaler. You take a puff. 

His expression softens, “oh, is that me?” 

You shake your head, “too many people.” 

“Ah, right,” he points toward the elevators. 

You follow him as he bulldozes through the bodies and pushes the button. You stop beside him and fidget with your inhaler. You peek over at him again. He looks down at you and you wince. 

“Sorry... I...” 

“People usually only stare when I got the arm out,” he shrugs. “I got something on my face? Damn beard catches.”  

Brushes his fingers over the thicket of hair across his jaw. You shake your head again. 

“S-sorry. I... I...” you sniff as the doors open and he beckons you ahead of him. You scurry on and he follows as a slow pace. He spins and jabs the buttons.  

“Thanks for... for helping.” 

“Not at all,” he says. Silence rises with the elevator. He coughs. “You know, I had a buddy with ashthma. Still my buddy but he don’t got the asthma no more.”  

He snorts. You mull his words. You think know who he means.  

“The stuff or whatever... got rid of it?” You ask meekly. 

“Yeah, the stuff. Serum. Poison,” he scoffs. 

“Oh,” you hum. 

“Guess I take it for granted. Never had to worry about much of the being sick part. Sister did. Yeah, she used to always have something,” he clicks his tongue. “Tell me when to shut up.” 

“No, no, I wouldn’t... wouldn’t ever,” you stutter. 

Another lulls fills the elevator as it opens, but the tension remains trapped inside. He points you out first and waits to trail after you. You come out onto the floor. You vaguely recognise some of the acrylic decor and the stiff looking chairs but you don’t know where to go. 

“Left,” he directs you with a gentle caress down your sleeve. “Easy to get lost when you don’t waste your life here." 

You let him guide you. You’d lose yourself without him. It’s exactly why you’d been out on the street.  

That reminds you of Peter. You reach for your bag again and pull out your phone. You check for a message. 

“Kid standing a nice gal like you up?” He asks. 

You flinch, “uh, no, his aunt... there was an emergency.” 

“More important than you, huh?” He pivots and presses his finger to the keypad. The door opens. 

“I don’t... I don’t know. It’s not a big deal.” 

He looks at you, his eyes narrowing, “you’re not a big deal?” 

“No, waiting isn’t... isn’t that bad,” you stammer. “Uh, thanks, again.” 

“Well, you know, in my day, we treated ladies with respect. Let me know if the kid needs a lesson or two,” he taps the doorframe. “I’ll check in, just in case.” 

“You don’t have to.” 

“I know I don’t,” he says. “Go on,” he nods through the door. 

You don’t hesitate. You enter the lab with another thanks, eager to have some time to yourself. You go to the table and untangle your knapsack. You look back just as the door starts to slide shut. You only get a glimpse of his eyes before he’s blocked out by the metal barrier. You can feel his gaze staining you. 

You know it must be all in your head but he is so intense. Not as angry as last time but still... a lot. 

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WHY ARE WE NOT INTERACTING YET?

A COMPREHENSIVE SYMBOL ASKBOX PROMPT LIST OF REASONS FOR WHY OUR BLOGS MIGHT BE STUCK IN INTERACTION LIMBO. ( INSP. )

Send both the EMOJI and the TEXT.

If you cannot see the emoji, send the [ BRACKETED TEXT ].

❓ [ question mark ]﹕ I am a newcomer to tumblr’s roleplay scene, and I do not know how to get started.

🥺 [ pleading ]﹕ I am very shy in general.

🧵 [ threads ]﹕ I have too many threads right now, but I do want to interact in the future.

💼 [ briefcase ]﹕I am busy with life, but I do want to interact sometime in the future.

💕 [ two hearts ]﹕ I ship our muses romantically, but it feels awkward to ask you about shipping.

➕ [ plus ]﹕ You already interact with a lot of duplicates of my muse or faceclaim, and I am uncertain whether you would feel comfortable with adding another.

🛏️ [ bed ]﹕ We have interacted before, but I am currently fixated on another roleplay community.

🍽️ [ plate ]﹕ You seem to have a lot of interactions on your plate already, and I don’t want to stress you out further.

✏️ [ pencil ]﹕ I’m worried about whether my writing style will be able to hold up against scrutiny in comparison to yours.

🪢 [ knot ]﹕ It takes me a while to work up the courage for approaching a new mutual out of character.

😬 [ grimace ]﹕ We have interacted before, but I worry that I will bother you if I reach out to plot / talk out of character.

🧠 [ brain ]﹕ I’m struggling to think of ideas for interactions, or my ideas are vague and consist only of specific Vibes™️

🤝 [ handshake ]﹕ My muse is an original character with familial ties to your canon character, and I don’t know how to approach you to start plotting.

🎀 [ bowtie ]﹕ I headcanon my original character as being close friends with your canon character, and I don’t know how to approach you to start plotting.

🍿 [ popcorn ]﹕ Don’t mind me; I’m just here to lurk!

✉️ [ envelope ]﹕ First meeting threads aren’t my forte.

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🎲 [ dice ]﹕ We already interact on other blogs, but I don’t have any ideas for interactions with this one yet.

🧚🏻‍♂️ [ fairy ]﹕ I keep meaning to approach you out of character, but I forgot … oops :/

👑 [ crown ]﹕ We’ve already interacted before, but I want even more threads!

🪡 [ needle ]﹕ I want to interact with you because I enjoy your writing; however, your post formatting is difficult to read.

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Love That Bites Pt. 14

This took. So long. I'm so sorry OTL But!!! It's done! I hope you all enjoy it! This chapter was suppose to be around 3000 words. It ended up being twice as long. Oops haha. I hope you all like this chapter though! Hopefully the next one won't take near as long (❁´◡`❁)

Summary: It was finally time for you to head home, but it seems Dracula wants to at least make sure you are healthy and safe before you go. A shame after you leave all your anxieties seem to hit you all at once...

CW: Anxiety attacks, slight mental breakdown, mentions of abusive relatives, brief mentions of injury, blossoming feelings

Word Count: 6384 Words!

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You were beginning to wonder if your life was a party, and you were the piñata.

In the span of less than a literal week, you had your shit kicked in since you couldn’t just fight off your step family, and accidentally revived an ancient ‘evil’ vampire that was your family’s immortal enemy.

Said immortal enemy then has tended to your health, Death threatened you, and now you somehow, by some stroke of luck, have convinced Dracula not to destroy all of humanity.

It… confused you.

Perhaps this really was a dream? Maybe you were actually still bleeding out on the floor of the castle or your bedroom?

By all means, you expected to possibly be dead after Dracula mentioned wanting to talk. You were in a way, ready to accept such a fate.

But his willingness to hear you out, and perhaps try not to kill people threw you for a loop.

A big loop.

One that had you questioning a lot, if you were being honest with yourself.

Had it always been that easy? Or were you genuinely just a special case? He did say he found you in particular fascinating.

One of your hands came up to rub your face as you felt your cheeks warm at the thought.

…Why did you have to find that kinda hot? Whatever, that wasn’t the point-

To be fair, given that the situation leading up to this point had already been weird and unusual, presumably even by your family’s standards. You doubted any of them would have had picnics with Dracula’s statue and run to his castle while critically injured.

But… you honestly couldn’t believe it was real. Dracula actually agreed not to try to destroy humanity. Somewhat.

Of course, that was his word alone, but…

…When you shook his hand, you couldn’t help but feel as if you had made a deal with the devil itself.

It was as if a part of you had a feeling deep in your chest that he would abide by the terms you both set.

But if you were being honest with yourself… you didn’t know if you could believe this. That the fact you even got him to agree was real.

You spent so much time worrying about it. Even before you ever found his statue, you had nightmares and days worrying about how you would handle Dracula if you had to confront him.

Was it all some plot? Some plan to make it hurt after betraying you?

Those pesky thoughts lingered, but you found it hard to believe them. Despite how often they popped up in your head, it was easy to counter them.

After all, why keep the Belmont alive after being slain so many times?

There were multiple opportunities to hurt you, kill you, torture you. Hell, if he wanted you as a prisoner, he didn’t have to give you such a lavish guest room.

Perhaps it was the fact everything you had been raised to believe at this point was now being called into question? After all, with everything happening, it felt like your world was spinning at a thousand miles an hour.

A part of you was probably also in shock.

Sure, your life has been hell up to this point, but it had a normalcy to it. You could expect to deal with dumb shit at home, and to fight evil monsters that were some of the worst of their kind when you did get to hunt.

It wasn’t fun, but it was normal.

This though? All the things you had happening to you?

Not normal at all, and it was hard to think.

Or maybe a bit too easy to do so.

It was as if a flood of thoughts swam in your mind, yet it was hard to comprehend so many of them.

“...At least the bed is comfy.” you mumbled, staring into the ceiling as you tried to calm your nerves. You still hadn’t completely calmed down since Dracula had talked to you.

Dracula had left not too long ago after you reached a… stable compromise?

He had said something about needing to check on some things, and to prepare to tell everyone about the deal you both came to.

You wondered just how much chaos that would stir.

A part of you felt a bit guilty. No doubt Dracula would have a lot of anger to deal with from some of his servants and the like. Many were already on edge with you just staying here, so you imagined the news wouldn’t go down without some outcry.

It was no secret many followed Dracula for his power, but it was also a well known fact many followed him because they hated humans. Hated hunters.

Though you doubted any public outbursts would be tolerated. Dracula no doubt would handle everything. You hoped.

If you were being honest though, a small part of you wanted to see the reaction on some of his servant’s faces. You bet some of the jaw dropping looks would be one to remember for years to come.

Unfortunately, you probably wouldn’t even be here to witness it.

Even if by some miracle you managed to possibly hold off the destruction of the world, you still had to deal with your step family, after all. Jason was already making your step brothers inquire about you, which was never a good sign.

You were lucky they backed off this long, and would probably give you a little longer before growing too restless.

After all, you did give them a bit of an ass kicking. Even if it was at the cost of your own health and mental well being, it was a long time coming.

That, and you doubted you would get such an opportunity so soon in the future. Best enjoy it before heading back and become their punching bag once again.

At least you probably wouldn’t have to worry about them trying to jump you like that any time soon. The fact they seemed to almost intentionally try and fatally injure you… it settled uncomfortably in your core.

Given you were willing to actually defend yourself for once, perhaps they won’t attempt something stupid like that again.

Despite that, you didn’t want to get your hopes up, either. Even if you showed you wouldn’t take a beating to that degree without fighting back, that didn’t mean they wouldn’t get creative with it for a possible next time.

Still, that didn’t change the fact you still had to go home. Sooner rather than later.

But… you’d be back. Hopefully.

That was one of the conditions Dracula asked for. He wanted you to come back. He wanted to see you again.

You tried not to think too deep about it. Surely, it was both to help keep the compromise in place, and to learn more about the current century, and all he had missed?

A part of you though couldn’t help but… daydream about the idea of him just wanting to see you. For you.

He said he found you fascinating, after all. But again, a part of you didn’t want to think too hard about it.

For all you knew, his version of ‘fascinating’ was simply seeing you as some sort of entertaining bug or something. Should you become a pest, all he had to do was squish you with his shoe.

…You didn’t want to believe that either, though. Not with how those ruby red eyes looked at you when he first was freed. How he asked who had hurt you.

The very thought of that moment had your heart racing again.

“Am I really that emotionally starved?” you mumbled to yourself once again. That question had been popping in your mind the more you thought about it, and how just one man/vampire made you flustered like a teenager having a crush.

When was the last time anyone had looked you in the eyes while injured, and asked who had hurt you? Then took care of you?

You hated to admit it, but Dracula had charm that a lot of people didn’t have nowadays. Or at least from most people you have met up to this point.

No doubt he had to have had it in order to be considered the King of the Night. You don’t just get that without some sort of charisma, you’d think.

…A part of you was going to miss it. You really had to return home, which is why you were dreading sleep.

Tomorrow you would head home. You would be back here, of course. A part of the agreement, after all.

But you didn’t want to go, almost like a small child not wanting to go to school.

“Ugh.”

Your chest pinged with anxiety every time you closed your eyes. It was hard to even relax enough just to rest.

–

By the time you felt your phone buzzing with an alarm to wake you up, you had nothing to show for what you ‘slept’, except for a migraine and a brewing anxiety attack.

Eyes heavy, you sat up in bed. A bed you were very much going to miss.

Even now, as you shuffled out of bed towards your bag, you could already feel yourself yearning to stay. Like a child who felt unwell and wanted to skip school, except 20x worse.

Grabbing your bag, you quickly went through the stuff you had, making sure everything was still here.

You trusted Dracula just fine with your bag, but you didn’t trust any other entity in this castle to not try and pull a fast one on you.

As much as it felt like some sort of Looney Tunes plot, you weren’t gonna put it past some disgruntled monster or entity to put a stick of dynamite in your bag or something hoping to blow you up.

Thankfully, you didn’t have much on you to begin with, but it didn’t hurt to be sure.

Tossing your bag to the side, you ran a hand over your face, trying to soothe your head and anxieties.

However, you nearly jumped when you heard a specific knock on the door. That same one you had grown familiar with.

Just how had Dracula known you were awake? Was he just guessing, or did he know? Did the castle tell him?

…Or perhaps he heard you thumping around. That was also possible. You decided not to think too much on it at the moment.

“Come in.”

The doorknob turned, before the door was pushed open, revealing Dracula himself.

He entered your room, giving you a polite nod before closing the door behind him, and walking up to the bed. Much like before, he pulled a chair close and sat in front of you.

A part of you wondered if he was doing that to seem more on an equal level as you, though you didn’t dare ask or point it out.

Getting comfortable, Dracula’s eyes seemed to see through you as he settled. Those ruby red eyes practically pierced you, and he didn’t even have to say a word for you to feel a bit small.

Yet, his words next were so gentle.

“How are you feeling?”

Despite it all, a small smile appeared on your face at his question. Your eyes dropped, and you looked over to the side.

“I’ll live. Head kinda hurts, and I didn’t sleep too well. A me issue, don’t worry.”

A flicker of a frown appeared on his face, before his face cooled back to a more neutral look.

“I see. What about your wounds? Any irritation? Are the stitches still holding up?”

You tried to ignore the warm feeling bubbling in your chest again at his concern, despite how hard it seemed to persist.

“They are healing nicely. I only feel a dull ache now compared to the pain I was in a few days ago.”

It was true. You barely felt your wounds compared to how you felt when you arrived. Dracula had done a lot to help them heal, going farther than most people have for you.

Dracula though, looked over your body, his eyes lingering where your wounds lay.

“May I see? I would like to check on them myself.”

Blinking, you leaned back onto the bed slightly, not too surprised.

“Yeah, sure. Here-”

Immediately, he was up from his chair, gently hovering over you from a slight distance. Far enough away to still give you some personal space, yet close enough to check over you.

He was quick, yet still just as gentle. It didn’t take much for him to remove your bandages, and look over your healing injuries, making sure to look over them thoroughly.

You hoped he didn’t think anything of the goosebumps showing up on your skin whenever his hands or nails briefly brushed against your skin. Hopefully he would assume you were chilled from the air, or were reacting to how cool his own skin was.

Another part of you hoped that thinking didn’t seem too pathetic.

And in an even deeper part of your mind… a part of you wondered what he would do if he did think you liked his touch. That was a part of your mind you tried not to linger on too much while Dracula’s face was less than a foot away from your own.

Dracula hummed a bit as he checked over your worst injuries, as well as your head injury. You may not have known him long, but you could assume he seemed pleased with your progress.

Most of your wounds had mostly healed up into scabs, instead of raw and fresh ripped flesh. Something that no doubt would have taken at least two weeks on its own without the help of the few potions Dracula has been giving you.

It would still take some time for them to completely heal, but you were no longer at a huge risk of infection, or had to stay in bed to heal.

Truly, you owed Dracula a great debt. Another thing you were… feeling odd about.

Before you could dwell too much on it though, Dracula was carefully placing your bandages back on.

“Good. They are healing quickly. I’m pleased with your progress.”

You gave him a smile as he sat back down, trying not to soak in his words too much. You were happy he was happy with your healing! A totally normal thing to want and achieve!

While you were trying to mentally downplay the buzz in your head from his ‘praise’, Dracula’s eyes looked over to your bag, which sat innocently on the bed next to you.

“Ah, were you still planning on returning to your home today?” he suddenly asked, bringing you out of your thoughts.

Trying to keep your anxiety about the mere thought of your ‘home’ in check, you nodded.

“Yeah, if I am away too long, it could cause some issues. It’s best if I leave today.”

Dracula leaned against his hand, his other on thrumming against the arm of the chair. You wondered if that was something he did often.

“And you’ll return?”

You nodded quickly.

“Of course. We agreed on that, right? Though…” you began, your hands playing with your shirt, “...It may take me a few weeks to a month to come back, but I will be back.”

Giving you a look, Dracula’s expression turned almost teasing.

“I would hope so, I would hate to have to hunt you down myself, Little Belmont.”

His tone was clearly joking in nature, with his lips curling into a grin that showed off his fangs.

You chuckled a bit, rubbing the back of your neck. However, the way he said it had heat rushing to your face.

God, why did you like the sound of that? Why? Why did your brain like it so much? You swear there had to be a deity out there who found your suffering hilarious.

You didn’t think you would be finding so much stuff about yourself when you arrived here a few days ago. Apparently you had interesting tastes, and were into things you hadn’t even considered before now.

No doubt you would be unpacking a lot of that later, possibly in the middle of a mental breakdown. It was too soon to tell.

Coughing a bit to try and stop those thoughts, you looked back at Dracula.

“Regardless, I will try to be here next month. I should be healed by then too…” You spoke, mumbling that last bit. Dracula gave you an odd look, and you had a feeling he wasn’t too sure of that, just as you were.

Sighing, Dracula then stood up, and much to your surprise, held a hand out to you. You stared at it for a moment, before looking back at his face as he began to speak.

“Well, are you ready to leave? If so, I shall escort you out myself.”

Your eyes flickered to his hand, which was still outstretched to you. After a moment, you took it.

“Trying to get rid of me so soon?” you joked, ignoring how your smaller, warmer hand easily slid into his larger, cooler one.

Dracula’s lips twitched upward as his hand gently curled around your own.

“Maybe I am? Someone has to get rid of the ‘Scary Vampire Hunter’ apparently haunting my castle.”

His words were pure jest, and that had the small smile on your face widening as he gently pulled you up to your feet.

“Can you walk?” He then asked, still clearly worried over you leaving so soon. You managed to stand on your feet without too much issue, and looked back up at him.

“Eh, I’m still a bit sore, but I can walk. I’ll be fine.”

It still actually hurt quite a bit, but hey, you have had worse.

Dracula also didn’t seem very convinced, but at this point, who was he to argue with you when you wished to leave?

Regardless, you were still a bit surprised to see him offer an arm to you after you managed to gain your balance.

“May I?”

Seeing Dracula offer his arm to you did not help the blossoming feelings in your chest. Why did the man who was humanity’s greatest enemy have to be such a gentleman??

Your face was hot, and you prayed to whatever god was listening that your blush wasn’t too noticeable.

“S-Sure.” You spoke, mentally hitting yourself with a hammer for stuttering.

Slowly, you reached out, nearly hesitating as your hand neared his arm. Gathering your resolve, you gently wrapped your own arm around his own.

He wasn’t as cold as you expected, despite him wearing a long sleeved shirt. Though it was hard for you to think as you registered just how big he was as you felt his muscles underneath said shirt.

Then, you nearly jumped when your bag was suddenly hovering in front of your face. You had nearly forgotten it on the bed behind you. Carefully, you grabbed it with your free hand with a quiet ‘thank you’.

“It is no issue at all. Shall we?” He spoke, looking down at you.

Oh stars, how he made you feel small.

“Yes.”

With that, he gently walked to the door, opening it with a flick of his wrist, and leading you out into the hall.

His pace was most likely slow for himself, given you were positive his stride easily would outdo yours. However, Dracula took his time so you could easily keep up.

You found you didn’t particularly mind. If anything, it gave you the perfect opportunity to admire the decor of his castle.

Castlevania had been described in many different ways from the journals you had read. Some said horrifying and confusing, while others spoke of it as if it were gorgeous, yet almost fake feeling.

You found yourself mentally describing it as hauntingly beautiful.

Just the hall outside your room was nothing less than extravagant. Dark red curtains hung above the giant windows that seemed to lead to a courtyard, while painting after painting adorned the walls between each window.

Each painting was unfamiliar to you, but they still astounded you all the same.

Dracula noticed your awe, and his lips curled into a smile.

“The castle, being connected to me, usually inherits my tastes. Though I’ve noticed it has a fondness for decorating on its own, and even has preferences. For instance…”

He paused in front of one of the massive windows overlooking a garden.

“The gardens always look a bit different, but it is fond of giant fountains. Nearly every iteration has one without my interference, though it is pleasing to see.”

You tried not to giggle at that. The thought of a sentient castle being fond of giant fountains and having decoration preferences was so silly, yet given what you were looking at, was very possible.

Dracula and you didn’t linger long at the window, but after that, Dracula almost enthusiastically pointed out different decorations and what some of them meant to him.

It was little things, such as his tastes in candelabras, or the story behind every other painting. Apparently there were many immortals who dabbled in the arts.

You wouldn’t lie. Walking through his castle was very… surreal.

This was a place you were supposed to storm through. A place you were supposed to look at with disgust and revulsion.

Yet, you were fascinated, despite being on edge.

Only one of your ancestors remarked on the beauty the castle had. Juste, you think was his name.

Juste had written how the castle had a strange charm to it, among all the horrors he saw. Apparently he had an eye for detail and decor, and briefly wrote about how he had found it fascinating before destroying Dracula’s wraith, thus destroying the castle.

You could kind of see what he meant now that you were seeing it first hand, even if it was most likely incredibly different than when your ancestor had run through here.

It didn’t take as long as you thought to get to the entrance hall, which was covered with a lush red carpet, and filled with different displays and extravagant furniture.

A part of you wondered if this was what some castles were like hundreds of years ago, just with a more modern touch. Maybe he’d tell you one day?

After all, you agreed to come back. You’d hopefully have plenty of opportunities for questions.

One thing though you did notice walking through the entry hall, was the uptick of monsters.

There were suits of armor you passed, where you could sense enchantments on them, each standing at attention.

That, and maids were here and there, cleaning or tidying up. You could tell most weren’t human just by looking at them, but that was none of your concern. At least not at the moment, so long as they didn’t attack you.

They kept their distance, but you felt all their stares. Some looked at you curious, before averting their eyes. While others gave you cold smiles. You suppose you didn’t blame them.

Ignoring their looks, you felt your heart pound in your chest the closer you got to the massive door.

It looked different.

Instead of a worn down door that looked as if it had been left to rot, was a magnificent massive door that looked warm and taken care of.

And imposing. Very imposing.

Then again, that was most likely the point, even if you were looking at it from the inside. You could only wonder how it looked outside…

You didn’t have to wonder long. The moment you both approached the giant door, it opened completely on its own, as if the castle itself was opening the door for its master.

Despite having been around Dracula a little bit, his impressive feats of magic and mastery over the castle still seemed to awe you.

A part of you also wondered if he was doing that on purpose to show off. You wouldn’t be surprised with how he would occasionally look at you after doing something with magic.

Magic itself wasn’t new to you, but all that he could do? Especially when it wasn’t combat related? It was a bit impressive, you’d admit it.

As he walked you through the large doorway, you noticed the courtyard between the entrance and the gate had also changed. What was overgrown, wild shrubbery and trees was now a full garden. The plants seemed alive, but in a way that was almost… unreal.

He guided you through the courtyard, his arm still entwined with your own.

It didn’t take long before you were at the gate, and he came to a stop. Looking down at you, he posed a question that had your heart thrum in your chest.

“Is this fine, or do you require assistance to your cabin?”

His question caught you off guard slightly. You hadn’t anticipated him asking, nor had you thought that far.

“N-No, I’ll be alright. Thank you.”

A part of you really really wanted to say yes, so this moment lasted a while longer. So you didn’t have to say farewell.

But the rational part of you screamed no. Even if you somewhat trusted this man, were you ready to let him know about your cabin? How to approach it? What if you both were followed? Did you want anyone possibly seeing any weaknesses in your defenses?

No, the hunter in your brain won out. You couldn’t risk anyone finding your defenses, or rummaging through the one sanctuary you had.

You just hoped Dracula wouldn’t take it personally if he or one of his underlings investigated your cabin and exploded or something from one of the traps or wards.

Dracula meanwhile gave you a long look. If you didn’t know any better, you’d even say it was disappointment you saw in those ruby colored eyes of his. With a sigh, he gently let your arm go from his own, turning to face you properly.

“Very well. I shall await your inevitable return. Do not keep me waiting too long, Little Belmont.”

You already missed him. How?

Slowly, you nodded your head.

“Of course. Um…”

A part of you felt so awkward already.

“See you soon?”

Mentally, you were smacking your head against the wall. Did you really just tell the Lord of Darkness ‘see you soon’? You wanted to explode.

However, most of your embarrassment almost melted completely away when he gave you a small smile.

“Indeed. See you soon.”

You stared at him for a moment, you both seemingly unable to look away. It wasn’t until a rumble of thunder broke your gaze away, and you stared at the long walk at the edge of the lake you would have to trek.

With a sigh, you turned, and began to walk.

Already, you were regretting not taking him up on his offer. But it had to be done this way.

RIght?

Your heart was heavy in your chest as you pushed forward with every step. You couldn’t even muster up the courage to look back as you crossed the edge of the lake towards the forest.

At least, you couldn’t until you reached the edge of the clearing.

Already you were tired, but you couldn’t help but finally look back behind you. Back towards Dracula’s castle.

Your eyes widened when you did.

The castle, something that should have horrified you, was gorgeous surrounded by clouds and the forest. Its image even seemed to eerily reflect back at the lake despite the clouds above.

And Dracula remained in front of it, watching you.

It was hard to see from so far away, but you could just barely make out his cloak spiraling out behind him in the wind. He was watching you leave.

Was it to make sure you were really fine? Was it genuine concern? Why else would he watch over you while you left?

…Did he actually enjoy your company? Did he already miss it?

It took more effort than you would like to admit to swallow down the warmth bubbling in your chest.

How silly.

No need to get your hopes up. You hoped that at least a few days away from this place might clear your head. Surely that’ll make these confusing feelings go away. Right? Right?

You just hoped this wouldn’t mess up how you perceived your cabin… You already came to terms with your sanctuary being next to an empty castle. Now it is alive, and its king has an interest in you and your motivations.

With a sigh, and one last long look at the castle (and its owner out front), you turned back to the woods.

Each step back was heavy, and you felt as if you were in a daze. If it weren’t for the fact you had been bewitched before and knew how it felt, you would have wondered if you had been enthralled by some sort of spell.

At least you were self aware enough to walk back to your peaceful abode with caution.

You checked your traps as you went, watching your step as you did so. Thankfully, most were undisturbed except for one or two traps. Those you suspect were simply disturbed by animals rather than monsters looking for a meal.

Well, you at least hoped that was the case. You didn’t sense any paranormal residue of any sort, but that wasn’t a guarantee…

Still, you took enough time to go over most you came across, and as your cabin came into view, you checked around the building.

It was tiring, but quick with how your mind was still a buzz. At least nothing seemed out of place.

Just… a few blood stains from when you were here last and critically injured. Oops.

You sighed, debating if you should leave it as a problem for future you. Not like this place and your home were lacking in blood stains if you looked hard enough. What were a few more?

Still, you didn’t just want to leave it there, so you at least cleaned it up a little bit so you wouldn’t come back to a gross smell. Well, at least a worse smell, anyway. The blood didn’t do your cabin any favors, but hey, it could be worse.

You’d clean it properly and make it spotless when you came back. Eventually. Hopefully. Maybe.

Whatever.

It didn’t take long, but it was clear what you were doing. Trying to keep yourself distracted while in this fog. Trying to buy time before you head home. Buying time before the reality of everything that had happened hit you.

You didn’t get as much time as you would have liked.

Thankfully, since everything else in your cabin was untouched after a quick sweep, you didn’t take much longer to leave said cabin. Even if you wanted more time, it was a weight off your shoulders that you didn’t have to worry about anything being… tampered with.

All you had to do was toss your bag in your car, set your whip aside, and drive off.

Should you be driving while in such a state? No, but you didn’t exactly have the luxury of keeping your home waiting much longer.

The drive itself wasn’t long, or at least, it didn’t feel like it. With each mile, the clouds began to part, and the sun began to shine. It was almost insane how much reach the castle had in terms of weather.

Or was it Dracula’s influence? You wondered if he’d tell you if you asked next time you saw him.

Next time. Right.

Your grip on the wheel tightened, and you could feel your anxiety peaking as you drove further from the cabin. From the castle. Only to grow closer to your home.

…Would they all be there? Your step family?

Dread was already pooling in your gut as you imagined them waiting for you at home. Would they be extra pissed? Would they do something reckless?

With the shit they pulled last time… You weren’t so sure you would be safe. Even if you scared them a bit, you feared you only pissed them off more. If they were willing to fatally injure you so blatantly in ‘training’...

You feared what they might do since they didn’t succeed, and you couldn’t do a thing about it until they acted.

Sweat began to form on your temple as your heart uncomfortably began to beat faster. You felt ill. Felt like you were cornered by a pack of werewolves who were starved for a meal, and you weren’t even at your house yet.

Yet as your city came into view, you felt worse.

Would they scream at you? Yell at you? Call you worthless?

Or would Jason lash out, and finally attack you? You knew he had been holding himself back, but after last time…

What about your home? Was it in good condition? Or did they start destroying things? You wouldn’t be surprised if your room was destroyed.

Worse… would they kick you out?

You had no real legal standing if they kicked you out. All your family’s artifacts, weapons, and history… gone.

They would never give it back to you, or any of your living family members across the globe. No doubt they would simply will everything to themselves if anything happened to one of them.

Why did your mother leave everything to them?

It wasn’t fair.

You were beginning to feel even worse thinking about it.

Still, you forced yourself to swallow what felt like bile rising from your throat as you pulled onto your street outside of the city. Getting sick wouldn’t solve any of your problems, and would most likely make things worse.

But you could barely fight the rising panic as your family home came into view.

It was never so daunting and imposing before now. A place filled with light in your childhood now brought you nothing but terror and anxiety just looking at it as you drove closer.

As you pulled into your driveway though, you paused, and stopped your car.

No cars were outside.

No cars were outside.

No cars in the driveway or out front, and if you were lucky, not in the garage either. But at least your step brothers were gone.

The way your body practically sagged in relief. Even if somehow Jason was home, that was better than having to confront all three at the same time after getting back right away.

Taking a deep breath, you turned off the engine, and climbed out of the car. You only grabbed your bag, keeping anything else locked inside.

It took a few moments to gather your courage, before you slowly unlocked and opened the front door.

You waited a few moments, holding your breath as each tense moment passed.

Nothing.

It was dark, and you heard all the familiar creaks, but no footsteps. No sounds of a TV. No talking in the distance.

Carefully, you stepped inside, and quietly closed the door behind you.

There was still nothing.

Were you truly home alone?

A part of you wanted to relax, but the hunter in you stayed alert. With silent footsteps, you headed to the garage just to be safe. There was no one on the way there, and when you opened the garage door?

Nothing.

Closing it, you laid your back against the door, hand over your heart as you tried to calm down.

You were actually home alone for once.

Did they have a hunt? Need supplies and go shopping since you were gone?

Either way, it didn’t matter. You were home alone, and that was most important at the moment. You could let your guard down for a little while.

At least, until whenever they came home.

With a huge weight temporarily off your shoulders, you made your way to your room, a small plan in mind.

First, you needed to change clothes. You were thankful for the clothes Dracula had lent you, but… what you had on was a little dated. Even if you liked how the loose, puffy shirt looked on you, and the comfortable pants… No doubt there would be questions why you were wearing clothing that was popular in a different century.

Then you needed to shower, and write down some stuff you needed to do going forward. Maybe even get some sleep before anyone gets home…

Sitting down on your bed with a messy plan in mind, you reached into your bag to get your dirty clothes out for you to wash later.

As you rummaged through it, you froze when you felt something new inside it.

Thoughts ran through your mind as your blood ran cold. Have you been had? Did someone plant a bomb or a weapon in your bag? Did Dracula betray you?

Carefully, your hand grasped the cool object, before slowly pulling out of your bag.

You couldn’t help the small gasp that left your mouth when you pulled out a potion bottle.

“When…?”

Looking over the bottle, you noticed a tag attached to the cork, and gently held it still as you made out the intricate cursive on the note.

‘I figured you could use this. It should be enough to finish healing your wounds. I hope you put it to good use.

Sincerely,

~VDT.’

You didn’t notice you were beginning to cry, until your vision became blurry with hot tears.

“VDT…. Vlad… Dracula Țepeș…?” You asked out loud with a sniffle.

He didn’t betray you. At some point, he must have slipped this in your bag after his last visit as he escorted you out. How?

It was a silly question to ask, given the immense power he held… but…

You sniffled again, tears hitting your leg as everything slowly began to hit you at once.

Despite it all…

…Dracula went out of his way to heal you, and even made sure you had something for when you got home.

More tears began to form as you carefully cradled the small note to your chest.

Dracula at least cared about you, when no one else did.

That thought both thrilled and terrified you to the core.

…Because you were certain you cared for him back.

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Y/n stares at herself through at the mirror. Staring at the black and blue bruise that’s forming on her jaw as she tries fighting the tears that are threatening to spill. She had to get going before he wakes up.

Y/n starts covering up the bruises as best as she can, biting down the winces that she wants to let out. He was asleep and she wants to make sure he stays like that until she leaves.

Today was her friend Bianca’s birthday and she was told to come. She had no choice to go, not wanting to bring her friend down on her special day.

Today she had done everything right. She made sure everything was perfect and there wasn’t no imperfections that he would notice yet it wasn’t enough for him. It never was.

Which is why she’s holding back the frustrating tears while applying her mascara. She was going to push this all back and let herself loose, she’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow. Whether it was a beat down or a shout down.

*Bzz*

Y/n looks down at her phone to see a message from Bianca.

BB💋: hey girl, Rhea is goin be here. Hope you don’t mind🫶🏼

Y/n closes her eyes immediately and already can feel her wall breaking down as she blinks the tears away furiously. Rhea Ripley. The woman that would make her work life miserable yet she couldn’t help herself but fall in love with her.

She was so used to the teasing and the mean comments Rhea would give her that she didn’t even think about Rhea giving those feelings back. So instead, she pushed her feelings back and would give Rhea the same treatment she gives her, even if it hurt her.

She finishes up and changes in the bathroom, being as quiet as possible. She wears a black jumpsuit to cover up the other bruises that litter on her body and puts a green dress over it, pairing it with some ankle boots. She looks at herself and plasters a fake smile before nodding and dropping it. It hurt too much to keep it on. She grabs her phone and bag before opening the bathroom door as quietly as possible, taking a glance over at her bed where he is sound asleep as if he doesn’t ruin her life by existing. She walks out and goes over to the nightstand, grabbing his keys and rushing out the room and downstairs.

She gets outside and gets in the car, opening Bianca’s message and sending a message back.

me: It’s your birthday babe, I won’t be making any of my problems, a problem at your party.🫶🏼

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“you made it!” Bianca squeals as she rushes over to y/n and throws her arms around her, giving her a bone crushing hug that almost hurt.

It did hurt.

Y/n grunts and gives her a hug back, “I couldn’t miss your big day.” She grunts out and moves away quickly, the pain being unbearable.

“I had Rhea promise not to be mean today so you’ll be enjoying yourself with a Rhea mean free day.” Bianca smiles as she leads y/n over to the bar. “Now let’s party!”

Y/n smiles and follows Bianca towards the bar where there’s jell-o shots lined up, ready to taken. “Are we taking all of this?”

“uh yes girl, yes we are.” Bianca smiles and hands one over to her right as Rhea makes her way to them.

“Look who finally showed up.” Rhea looks y/n up and down.

“Rhea.” Bianca gives the woman a look, “Don’t start please.” Bianca pleaded.

“Listen to the birthday girl Rhea.” Y/n gives Rhea a side glance as she takes the jell-o down.

Rhea raises an eyebrow, “oh i am, just making sure you know the terms and conditions yourself.” Rhea grabs one of the jell-o shots as well, taking one down.

“i understand it better then you do.” Y/n narrows her eyes.

“Is tha-“

“Rhea and y/n. Y’all both better shut the hell up and enjoy yourselves and not fight.” Bianca gives them both a look that reminds y/n of a mother giving their children the mother stare when they act badly.

this is one of those moments.

“tell her immature ass that…” y/n mumbles under her breath, taking another jell-o shot.

“Is there a problem.” Rhea turns herself to y/n who simply stares at her.

“You’re the one that was coming at me the first chance you got.”

Bianca stares at both woman, annoyance clear in her face as she watches them go back and forth. Bianca knew about the secret love that Y/n had going on with the person she was arguing with right now. She always mentioned how she should just say something instead of covering up with pointless arguments. Her excuse would always be…

“I have a boyfriend.” Y/n frowns as she watches Bianca do her hair.

“A boyfriend you don’t even love?” Bianca questions with a raised eyebrow.

Silence.

Bianca did not know about what went on behind closed doors but she does know that y/n doesn’t love that man. Her love going to the one person that, to Bianca, hurts her more than anyone.

if only she knew, huh?

“Y’all got about 3 seconds to stop arguing before I whoop yalls ass.” Bianca gives them both looks at y/n immediately shuts up with a scowl, alongside Rhea. “Have fun. Enjoy this party and maybe even enjoy each other’s company. Argue tomorrow or something.” Bianca walks away, leaving both woman alone.

Y/n looks at Rhea up and down before completely walking away. She was not about to let someone ruin her time when she came here to let loose and let her troubles, trouble her tomorrow.

•••

Y/n felt the buzz going through her veins the more drinks she takes and the more she let herself loose. She could feel herself getting hotter as the party went on in full swing. She could feel herself slurring out words that aren’t even supposed to be said. She could feel herself get comfortable with the one person she didn’t need to see her like this.

Y/n spotted Rhea in the corner, by herself, as she watched everyone around her get drunk. Sober y/n would have laughed in her face and make fun of her being alone. Drunk y/n would be stupid and do the complete opposite.

“lookie lookie…” y/n stumbles over to Rhea, tripping over her feet as she lands next to where Rhea is sat. “you look extra pretty by yourself and when your not talking.” y/n slurs as she admires Rhea who is looking at her shocked and confused.

“You’re drunk…” Rhea scoots away from y/n who only scoots closer, eventually trapping Rhea in a corner.

“You’re pretty…” y/n smiles, “I like it when you keep your hair shorter, makes you so much hotter. Your long hair is pretty too but it can get in your face a lot which doesn’t let me see that pretty face.” Y/n rambles on.

Rhea feels her face burning up as she stares at the woman she’d always pick on, call her pretty. “you are drunk…” Rhea gently pushes Y/n away. “You need to go home.”

Y/n frowns and shakes her head, “I don’t like home…that’s not home.” Y/n lays her head down on Rhea’s shoulder, making her tense. “I hate it there…it’s so bad. He’s bad.” Y/n mumbles.

Rhea looks down at y/n and frowns, “what are you talking about?”

“he hurts me…” y/n puts her chin on Rhea’s shoulder and stares at her, “would you hurt me? I know you speak a lot of mean things but if we were together, would you use them physically?”

Rhea’s eyes widened as he pulls away from Y/n completely to grab her shoulders, “what does he do to you y/n?”

“you didn’t answer my questions,” y/n pouts.

“No…no I wouldn’t.” Rhea shakes her head immediately, “now answer my question.”

y/n blinks lazily, “what was your question?”

“what does he do to you?” Rhea asks again.

“hurts me.” y/n stares at Rhea and smiles, “your eyes are really pretty. I wonder what they look like when they’re in love…”

Rhea stares at y/n, “you already are…” she whispers before standing up abruptly. “We need to take you home…”

“Nah…i like it here.” Y/n stares at Rhea, “i like being here…with you. Even if your mean to me sometimes.”

Rhea feels a pang of guilt hit her as she stares down at y/n who is looking at her with such adoration that she never seen before until now. “I’m sorry…” Rhea finds herself apologizing as she sits down. “I don’t mean to be…”

Y/n looks at her and frowns, “then why do it? I only like when people are mean to me in bed, it’s hot.” Y/n shrugs as she grabs Rhea’s drink that she long ago abandon and drinks it. “I bet you’d be hot in bed. Are you?”


Rhea goes red immediately as she stares at y/n in horror. The way the events are going from serious and unserious is way too much for Rhea to handle yet she wants more of that unseriousness. She knows that it’d be best to get the serious answers when y/n is sober knowing it’d be wrong to find something out like this, while someone’s drunk.

Rhea clears her throat and takes away the drink y/n had in her hand, “you need to sober up….”

“You need to stop being mean to me.” Y/n leans towards Rhea, “I only accept mean sex.”

Rhea puts her face in her hands as she shakes her head, “you need to…keep those to yourself.”

“You’d be so much hotter if you’d keep your mouth shut…” y/n mumbles, “i’m lying by the way.”

Rhea looks at her amused before shaking her head, “C’mon.” Rhea stands up, “I’m going to take you to my place.”

“Are you gonna fuck?” Y/n finds herself jumping up almost immediately only to stumble a bit as she feels herself get dizzy.

Rhea quickly settles her and shakes her head, “I’d never do that when you’re like this…” Rhea leads y/n towards the exit of the club, already seeing the look she’s getting from Bianca herself.

“So you would fuck me?” Y/n asks as the wind hits her when both her and Rhea walk out the club.

“No comment…” Rhea mumbles as she leads her to her car and opens it up, forcing Y/n in and putting the seatbelt on her.

“My car…” Y/n points at her boyfriend’s car.

“You’ll pick it up tomorrow…” Rhea closes the door and jogs to the drivers side and gets in.


Y/n leans her head back and stares at Rhea as she starts the car and starts the drive to her home. Y/n admires Rhea’s side profiles, finding every perfection in her side profile.

“your perfect…” Y/n mumbles as she feels her eyes getting heavy.

Rhea looks over at her then back at the road, “go to sleep…”

“I love you…”

[milksnake-tea]

Dunno if you've ever answered an ask like this before, but do you mind telling us about your mutuals?

Rather, their writing styles and how they interact (No pressure if this sounds like I'm intruding on a boundary or something, I've noticed that you reblog a lot of works and I'm trying to find more fic writers from HSR and Genshin to support, but sometimes it feels a little scary 😅)

HELP NO IT'S OKAY !!! no fear in asking, we love people like you <333 these are mainly the mutuals that i've read fics from so that i can actually tell you how they write but still. THIS IS GOING TO BE A LONG ONE STRAP IN FOLKS. if i forgot ygs im sorry oops... also sorry for the tag COUGHS (esp to the ppl i keep tagging when i get asked abt my moots BYE kawa skip mhie naru ren im so sorry i love you i swear)

@generalsmemories

NARU !!! ONE OF MY FIRST EVER HSR MOOTS AND ONE OF THE WRITERS I LOOK UP TO THE MOST. her writing style is very scenic?? if i were to describe it, it's very dreamy and whimsical and it's like reading a fantasy book. very descriptive but not so descriptive that you're eating fancy words. she's jing yuan centric but occasionally writes for others such as dan heng and sunday! she's honestly very very silly when it comes to interaction, like in an older sister way <33 she talks like an aesthetic if that makes sense

@inarvii

skip has a very elegant feel to her writing like LORD. it's giving noble/fantasy thriller enemies to lovers but in a writing style i love her prose and how she really makes you feel the vibe of a scene. she's really kind and sweet, gives older sister vibes lowkey

@k9wa

kawa is like me but x497842389 cooler and with a lot better grasp on characters. you want proper characterization? you want big brain ideas? GO TO HIM. his writing feels theatric, like a movie or a play. it's so descriptive and he does an amazing job at describing action and characters and GRGRGRGR

@luvether

lord i dont know if its okay to tag you but uhm. hi waves hand 😭😭 honestly i haven't interacted w kou much but from what i can tell she's really nice!! BUT I HAVE READ HER WRITING. AND LAWRD. her writing feels like little snapshots of life, you feel like you're actually like. THERE. she always has the biggest brain of ideas i swear and i highly recommend her writing. mostly fluff with a touch of angst, one of my favorites fr !!

@emiken-070907

hi emi. bet you didn't expect to get tagged here huh. but you have one hsr fic and that's enough for me to slap you onto here and promo you (it's on ao3 and it's not an x reader, but it is a tragedy yanqing timeskip!!! i beta read for that btw flips hair (i still need to edit im so sorry emi please)). as for interaction, she is silly asf. TO ME PERSONALLY? shes like the ratty little sibling that you want to throw out the window but would also kill for. has great vibes over all, she's so sweet but sometimes shes a lil shit so. yeah. idk how she acts to followers but she is like that to ME. but she is full of whimsy and glee so there's that

@rainswept

edgar allan poe incarnate over here??? HELLO??? crow is. her writing is RAW. like okay this is going to get a bit gorey but they write like a freshly opened wound, it's vulnerable, it's poetic, it's pure imagery and i LOVE it. also another goofy moot. i think like just attracts like atp

@tragedy-of-commons

gwen is an absolute SWEETHEART. very silly. BUT THEY'RE SO SWEET. her writing is literally sunlight put into literary terms, if that makes sense. it's warm, comfy, and cozy (except when she kills you in the arms of your favorite character. which she has done) and i highly recommend her writing for a comfy read <3

@iceunhie

mhie is a HATER OF THE HIGHEST ORDER jk i love her she just bullies me GOODBYE 😭 mhie gives off older sister vibes, a lot of people (including me HELP) see her as intimidating but she's really sweet once you get to know her. or she calls you milk. who knows. ANYWAYS genuinely one of the people i look up to most, she always gives amazing feedback on writing and her own writing??? the prose??? she's a master at it. knows how to really elevate a piece and it's just really easy on the eyes. she's also a research writer, her jiaoqiu fic utilizes chinese proverbs and terminology and i think that's really neat <3

@st6rly

hi bottom beta. okay wait sorry you have a reputation i forgot ANYWAYS. SOL IS SUCH A SILLY GOOSE. i love him. BUT HE IS SO GOOFY AND I MEAN THAT IN A POSITIVE WAY. i haven't read that much about what sol writes unfortunately since i'm no longer interested in genshin that much 😭😭 but i've heard good things !! definitely someone you wanna check out if you like good vibes :D

@lowkeyren

ren my pookiebear my LORD !!! resident aquila favonia haver (she has like 21 as of right now) and she serves every time she writes. always gets slapped onto my rec list because she's one of the few writers that genuinely have me kicking and giggling 😭 really cute, really tension filled, one of my favorite authors :))

@scribs-dibs

SUNNIII true to his name his writing feels just so warm and light, like a slice of life anime. very relaxing reads, at least from what i've seen !! very warm, really really cute <33 like the main one that ive read from him is that alhaitham jealousy fic and??? the characterization was ON POINT. i loved it so much (the switch up made me laugh) as for personality. HES FUNNY. LIKE HES STRAIGHT UP HILARIOUS I LOVE HIM GO CHECK HIM OUT I SWEAR ITS WORTH IT

@akutasoda

q has a very pretty vibe if that makes sense, i haven't read much from them but i can definitely say that their writing style is beautiful, like a meadow full of flowers or a quiet stream. they've always been kind to me in that sort of older sibling way, and they're someone that i would trust as an emergency contact. lots of genshin and hsr from what i've seen on my dash, so definitely go check them out!

@aviiarie

avery's on the more reserved side, at least from my point of view, or maybe that's because when i first met them they had a ferminet pfp. they're pretty chill and casual, and can i just say? their writing is very easy to read, it has great flow and i can just lose myself in the fic. like i don't see the words i see what the words are saying, if that makes sense. avery also focuses on platonic writing, although they have been writing some romance with furina!! my personal favorite work of theirs was that fic of arlecchino comforting her crying child because it made me feel so much better about my life at 9 am when i just woke up.

@vynicity

FELICITYYYY she's a mutual in my heart even tho apparently tumblr thinks i dont follow her. but i do. ANYWAYS. another person that i consider on the more reserved side, but she's been fun whenever we talked. can i just say. SHE IS SO GOOD AT WRITING AVENTURINE. there's this one fic down the line about him being drunk??? i think??? and I ATE THAT UP because the tension and atmosphere that she managed to create. just magnificent. she has an aventurine series up right now iirc (i still need to read the new chapter im so sorry feli) and the prologue was. a roller coaster so definitely go check her out!

@vxnuslogy

vee is literally bursting with ideas and by god does she put them to use. i always see them brainrotting or thinking of new ideas or things to write, literally one of the most creative people ive met. can be a little silly, but still a sweetheart <33 her writing is more formal than what i'm used to i'll admit, but still a delight to read nevertheless <33 very descriptive is how i'd describe it, like it feels like she's looking at the scene as shes writing it

@ughscara

ayame is like. the sweetest person i have ever met. like ill be here being a little shit and she'll still be an absolute sweetheart I ALMOST FEEL BAD BECAUSE SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH MY ASS BYE 😭😭 i just recently reblogged one of her works and it straight up feels like it came out of a fairytale, it was so light and sweet <33

[anni1600]

@cinsilly (reply to your, hand over your Ilya art)

Alrighty

I wanted to change some things but I don't seem to get to it

So here my Samsung notes doodle

I think I drew this for @xen-blank while we talked in reblogs but I kinda forgot to send it haha oops

(I swear to god I love heart pupils, why is it so cute, might as well be my brand now)

[bihansthot]

Can you write a filth/smut oneshot about the OC getting ready for a bath but can’t find anything to put their hair up. Then Bi Han being the so cool (haha I had too lmao 🤣) he kisses the OC & puts a hand behind their head, creating an ice hair clip. Then bam, the filth/smut bath scene begins. 😂 Btw I love your stories/oneshots, you are so talented. Thank you for giving us Bi Han content since he doesn’t get as much love. 💙

I apologize for this taking forever lovely, but hopefully it’s worth the wait! So, under the cut we have a lovely little drabble about the reader (you) trying to take a bath, but guess who gets in her way? Bi-Han! Ding Ding Ding! Correct! It’s short and smutty, hopefully y’all enjoy my new approach to things! As always likes, comments, reblogs, dms etc. are always appreciate! Oh I almost forgot! A very lovely Chinese reader was kind enough to point out people don’t really use qīn ^^; oops? So, per their suggestion I switched it to qin’ai de! Still a term of affection, so hopefully no one’s too thrown off!

You sigh happily as your feet sink into the hot, relaxing waters of the outside bathes in the Lin Kuei Temple. The warm water was such a delicious luxury as you spent most of your time in the frigid company of your lover, the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei, Sub-Zero. “Now where did I put it,” you mumble to yourself as your hands grope around the foggy bath floor searching for your hair clip.

“Misplace something qīn’ai de?” Bi-Han’s deep voice cuts through the fog as deeply as the blast of cold that surrounds his arrival.

You shiver and wrap your arms around your bare body, “polar bear, what are you doing here? You hate the outdoor baths.”

“I had some free time and decided to seek out your lovely company,” he smirks, producing a glittering hair clip out of ice to keep your hair from soaking in the mineral-rich waters. His cold hands skim across your shoulders and neck as he twists your hair up before clipping it in place.

You shiver involuntarily from the chill the cryomancer brings and it causes heat to bubble up in your stomach as his icy touch ignites a fire in your core. You moan softly at his uncharacteristically gentle touch and lean back into him against his hard, flawless body. “Care to join me?” You whisper in a sweet invitation.

“In that boiling hot mess? No way,” he crinkles his nose up in distaste at your proposal. “I figured we could have fun here though,” his smirk turns predatory as he drags your body effortlessly out of the water and pins you against the smooth, rocky ledge.

The grandmaster wastes no time in removing his complicated uniform instead he opts to pull out his cold hard cock from his pants and slots it between your legs as if it was demanding entry into your warmth. “I know you’re ready for me aren’t you my little whore,” he purrs and you moan at the way he demeans you.

You spread your legs in response and it isn’t long before his cold cock is opening up your tight hole, the stretch and burn feel indescribable as you gasp and cling to him. The sensation feels electrifying in the hot misty air of the bath house as you’re chilled from the inside out. Bi-Han gives you no time to adjust to his enormous length as he pushes until he’s seated in you balls deep, you let out a hoarse cry.

“Sorry qin’ai de, I’m in between important meetings,” he apologizes with a chaste kiss as his cold hands grasp at your steam-soaked thighs. The rhythm he sets is hard and punishing, and you cry out with each thrust.

“Polar Bear,” you cry pitifully as he fucks you hard against the slippery rocks, each thrust opening you up, turning you on, causing you to soak his pants with your want. You pant and whine his name as he continues with his onslaught, thrusting hard and fast in your tight, wet hole. You can barely breathe between the foggy air and the immense pleasure Bi-Han wrought upon you, “I-I…” you begin as you scratch at his bulging biceps as your toes curl and the coil of pressure in your core threatens to burst.

He reaches an icy hand in between the two of you and strokes your clit in time with his questing hips, “that’s a good girl, who’s my good little slut?” He purrs and it’s all over in an instant.

You shout his name loudly, not caring who was in the vicinity to hear you as you tumble over the edge, you nearly sob as your release floods you with wave after wave of pleasure. You release gushes from your pussy as Sub-Zero rams into you over and over again, his grunts of pleasure growing in volume.

He whispers your name against your ears as he stills deep inside you and with a great heave and shudder of his body you feel the familiar sensation of cold, viscous cum filling every nook and cranny of your spent pussy. You let out a weak moan as your body shudders in response as you cling to him for all your worth, the grandmaster turns to you, sweat dripping down his face due to the warmth of the baths. “Fuck, qin’ai de, fuck,” he pants softly coming down from his high.

“Brother, are you in here?” The two of you freeze as you hear Kuai Liang’s voice calling for his older brother.

“Be there in a minute, just uh finishing getting dressed,” Bi-Han calls back, doing his best to not alert his younger brother to the situation at hand. He presses a cold kiss to your lips as he slips out of your warmth, his release trickling down your plush thighs as you try and come back to yourself. “I’ve got to go now,” he whispers as he tucks his softened cock back into his pants.

You don’t reply for fear of Kuai Liang’s keen ears picking up on your voice as you slide down the rocks and nod at him. You watch as he makes his way out of the baths as you sit there a moment longer, “aw fuck now I have to wash off again,” you lament to yourself as you make your way back inside to wash the sticky cum off your thighs so you can finally enjoy your bath.

[butwhatifidothis]

Thanks for the catch Raxy boy! I have now made sure that the two names I censored were better differentiated!

Since you're looking over my blog anyway and care so much about me talkin' about your buddies, can you finally directly address all the horrible shit Shandale has said?

Like this?

Saying that the entirety of a race should be subjugated and stripped of their rights because of the (MADE UP) actions of some of them? I've talked about this clearly horrible example of Shandale's rhetoric before but you seem to have missed it! So here it is again for you since you're combing through my blog again <3

And here's the entire conversation that the person I'll refer to as White - who you forgot to censor, by the way, you left their name unedited in that second screenshot, fixed that for you in this post but you might wanna go do something about that in yours - had with deathbirby (as much as it can be gleaned from the deleted messages):

See how White is seemingly having a conversation with themselves, especially in the bottom portion of the last screenshot? That'd be because they were talking very cordially with deathbirby about birds - not even talking about 3H!

But then White asks deathbirby why they were in the discord... and they have a cordial - if very strange and telling - response to whatever was said:

How weird! Even though deathbirby has done nothing in the server to warrant any action from mods, White seems pretty convinced that deathbirby is going to be kicked... just because they "are part of [the] group [the discord's] sorta 'beefing' with" and no other reason! Not for any argument they were trying to start up, since again - literally only White was talking to them! And they were literally only talking about birds! At best Shandale dropped two bird pictures! No shit was started at all! But the discord seems to have that bad of a tribalism problem that literally anyone who associates with The Wrong People are automatically deemed undesirables by the people in charge, and White already expects deathbirby to get banned because of it - totally not worrying at all!

Then out of nowhere, here comes another mod and Shandale!

Accusing deathbirby of "bringing tumblr bs" but, hm... they were just talking about birds to White; seems like they just wanted talk to me! At best they wanted to have a discussion about something, and it probably DID relate to something about 3H, but given White's responses deathbirby was far from "starting shit" about anything - wonder where Wonder got that idea from?

Hey, when does it say that post was made? October 29th? What "tumblr bs" was going on at that time that deathbirby had on their blog-

Oh. Ohhhh. The "tumblr bs" was my first post pointing out Shandale's proclivity to use genocide apologetics and upholding genociders as liberators for 3H - and the first reblog I did for that post going further into Shandale's posts, if we wanna go for the exact day. So deathbirby not taking keen to Shandale's racist rhetoric gets dubbed "tumblr bs," and then, oops!

They're "stirring shit up" now, they're "acting like an innocent party" now, they're using "bad faith arguments" and "outright slander" now. Looking at messages said by Shandale and still held by Shandale which Shandale stubbornly defended and Shandale openly deleted messages over is bad faith, and deathbirby gets banned for it. With White still wanting deathbirby to talk despite all that! Despite Wonder and Shandale accusing deathbirby of starting shit! Almost like... White didn't think deathbirby was trying to start shit! Probably because nothing shows deathbirby was trying to start shit!

Almost like you, Raxy, only insist that because you think anyone you dislike - or is around people you dislike - couldn't possibly want to have a cordial conversation with you and your buds! Almost like that's because you and a lot of your buddies would never have a cordial conversation with anyone who disagrees with you! Funny how that all seems to click together!

Oh, and just cuz I'm nice like that: when you say that someone "tried to start shit," that's commonly understood to mean that that person was trying to start an argument of some kind - whether a "debate" argument or a, oh, would you look at that, "trying to start shit" argument! Hope that helps <3

[hopepetal]

Part two of my desert skies au with @applestruda! You can read part one here :)

Reblogs are appreciated :3

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Standing on the edge of the rocky outcrop, Grian took a deep breath as the cool air rustled through his hair. The breeze here was stronger than it had been in the Isle of Dawn or the prairie, bringing with it the scent of rain and petrichor. Gazing down at the trees surrounded by clouds, Grian was lulled into a sense of relaxation and calmness by the quiet peace of it all.

“Whew! Bit more chilly here, huh?” Scar’s voice pierced through the quiet, and Grian glanced over at his companion as he shivered dramatically. “The wind’s really whippin’ out here.” 

Grian snorted, amusement colouring his tone. “This isn’t bad compared to some other spots, but it has caught some moths off guard. I quickly learned that I had to hold on a little more tightly when it came to this part.” With that, he held out his hand. “I trust you not to let go.”

Scar saluted, before taking Grian’s hand. The sensation was already becoming familiar, and it made Grian’s chest feel warm. Happiness, he supposed, was a rare sensation when dealing with moths who ran off upon seeing anything remotely shiny– and in Sky, there were many such things. Honestly, one would think his job description was babysitter instead of guide.

“Ready?” 

Grian and Scar took a few steps then jumped off the outcrop, spreading their wings to catch an updraft before tucking them in close to dive into the tunnel made of clouds. The wind whistled past them as they shot through the first section of forest, spreading their wings once more to slow themselves down for their landing in front of the stone archway. The landing was a little rough, causing Grian to take a couple quick steps in order not to pitch forward, but they made it in one piece. 

“Oh, wow!” Scar giggled, stretching his wings out wide. “That was crazy. We should do it again!” He ran his hands through his wind-tousled hair, bouncing up and down on the balls of his feet. “We’ll do that again, right?”

Grian stretched his wings as well, groaning lightly. “Ahh, if you stick around long enough I’m sure we will.” He offered his hand again, and led Scar down the path to the large stone wall. “Right, just have to light this little thing…” He reached out and pressed his candle’s flame against the blue gem, waiting for the light to activate the gate. 

Scar watched with the same fascination as before, jumping when the gate began to rumble open. “Oh! Ohh, that's fancy!”

Grian giggled. “It's just a gate, Scar…” He led Scar through the gate, the sound of rain hitting the ground an unfamiliar but welcome noise. “It's been too long since I’ve been here.” He glanced over at Scar, who was staring up at the cloudy sky. “Forgot what rain looks like, huh?” he joked, to an unusual silence.

Scar seemed to jolt back into himself, shaking the thoughts out of his head with a sharp jerk of his head. “Maybe! C’mon, G, let’s go!” He let go of Grian’s hand and jumped right out into the rain, letting out a surprised honk when he landed face first in the giant puddle that had collected in the middle of the area. “Oop!”

Grian didn’t even have time to shout a warning before Scar had his wonderful moment of grace, but he was quick to rush forward and help Scar up, leading him to the next gate and wrapping his arms around his companion. “Goodness, don’t go charging into the rain like that,” he murmured as his wings shimmered, “you’ll lose your light that way.”

Scar leaned into the hug. “I have you with me. I'll be okay! My light is in your hands!” He pulled away. “Thanks for that, G!” 

Grian sighed. “Absolutely not. If you go running off into the rain, your light goes straight back into your own hands. I will not take responsibility for you being a goof.” He stepped forward and placed his candle near the blue gem embedded into the gate wall, watching as the light traveled up. The gate opened without much fanfare, and Scar once again took Grian's hand and followed him through the gate. 

The forest was beautiful, Grian had to admit, but it was still dangerous. Rain dripped down from the trees that stretched toward the cloudy sky, pooling on the ground in light-stealing puddles. Luckily for them, the roots of the trees provided cover, and little light sources had been set up ages ago, long before Grian made his first trip through. 

He squeezed Scar's hand gently, glancing up at his green winged companion. Scar seemed enthralled by the area, head turning all around as he tried to catch every last bit of the sight. “It's so blue,” Scar whispered, as if speaking too loudly would break the scene. 

Grian chuckled. “Yeah. Very blue. Is blue your favorite colour?” He glanced at Scar's wings. “I would've thought it was green.”

Scar honked happily, flapping his wings. “I love all the colours! They all work so well and…” He paused, as if rethinking something. “...except maybe this like… purplish red? I dunno. Something about the colour makes me feel ick.”

Grian tilted his head slightly. “Magenta?” he asked, confused. “Well, to each their own.” He raised his face to gaze out at the forest once more. “Right. See that tree? We're going to run there and stop to recharge. I don't doubt we could just run through, but that won't be the case in the actual forest and I want to show you what to do ahead of time.”

Scar nodded. “Right! Lead the way!”

Holding Scar's hand firmly in his own, Grian ran out into the rain, feet splashing in a puddle before landing on wet grass. The rain pricked against his skin and wings, cold and draining. Pushing himself a little faster, Grian reached the light source under the tree with a gasp. For a moment, he let the light warm him before he relaxed. 

Scar's voice cut through the warm haze brought on by the light. “Whew! That was excitin'! You good, G?” 

“...yeah. Thank you, Scar.” Grian took a deep breath. “Right, then! Let's go!”

They made it to the gate unscathed, without falling into any puddles. Grian opened the last gate, a strange feeling of excitement building in his chest. It had been a long time since he had seen her. He couldn't help but let out an excited honk, rocking back and forth on his feet. 

Scar glanced over. “You're excited,” he noted, curiosity in his voice, “may I ask why?”

Grian stopped rocking, meeting Scar's gaze. “Oh! Well, you remember how I said I was a guide?” He waited for Scar to nod. “Well, I'm not all too good with the Forest. It's huge, and there are a lot of places to get lost in. Tiny cracks and crevices, you know.” He led Scar through the gate, continuing to talk. “Luckily, I have a friend who lives here.”

“Why would anyone live here if it's so dangerous?” Scar asked, to which Grian shrugged. 

“She's just like that. Always has been a little crazy.” 

A familiar voice interrupted their conversation. “Now, you two fellas wouldn't happen to be talking about me, would ya?” 

Grian lit up, taking Scar's hand and running to the gazebo. “Pearl!” He let go of Scar's hand to throw his arms around Pearl, honking excitedly. “Pearl, hey! Hello!”

Pearl honked back, her call echoing and deeper than Grian's bird one. “Heya Griba, long time no see!” She twirled him around before setting him back down and offering her light to Scar. “Hey there, stranger.”

Scar accepted her light, eyes shining. “Well, hello there! I'm Scar. Nice to meetcha! I've been traveling with Grian for a bit, to catch all those winged lights!”

Pearl laughed. “Yeah, he's obsessed with them.”

“As if you don't go insane whenever you see something shiny,” Grian shot back, though his tone remained light hearted. 

“Birdbrain,” Pearl retorted, giggling. She examined Scar, eyes landing on his wings. “No moths this time?” she asked, “I thought that's what you stuck to.”

Grian scratched the back of his neck, laughing nervously. “Funny story about that, really. I thought he was a moth. Turns out he was just really bad at flying.”

“It's true! That's how I got this!” Scar pointed at the crack in his mask proudly. “Face first into a wall. Bam!”

Pearl nodded sagely. “We’ve all been there. Griba especially.” She dodged Grian’s half hearted smack, laughing at his annoyed honks. “Right! I heard you boys needed a guide through the forest. Lucky for you,” she added, “I’m the best forest guide there is.”

Grian crossed his arms. “The only forest guide. Trust me, if I could find someone else who knew the forest as well as you did I would–”

“–Which is why you were so excited to see me and jumped into my arms,” Pearl interrupted, “because you just hate me so much.”

Grian covered his face with his hands, groaning. Scar giggled at the banter, looking at Pearl. “Well, I think you're amazin'! I'd love to be guided through the forest by you!” 

Pearl held out her hand. “Come on, then! Let's get some winged light!”

“I'm not too sure how I feel about you flying,” Grian muttered, taking Pearl's hand and gesturing for Scar to take his. “Last time we flew together…” He grimaced. “At least you don't fly in the forest, I guess.”

Pearl glanced back at Grian. “Oh, maybe you don't fly in the forest. I'm a little different.” 

“Pearl? What does that mean–?”

Without another word, Pearl spread her wings and jumped off the edge of the cliff, honking as Grian shrieked in terror. Scar was just as happy as Pearl was, judging by the spamming of honks he let out as the trio soared through the air. 

When they landed safely tucked away under tree roots, Grian immediately turned to Pearl. “What was that?!” he demanded, shaking off stray droplets of water from his wings. “You aren't supposed to fly in the hidden forest, you'll lose your light and–!”

“Grian.” Pearl's voice was uncharacteristically serious. Not the kind of serious that came alongside anger, but a gentle kind of serious. “Look at me. Look at Scar.” She gave him a moment to look between the two of them. “We're not moths. I know this area better than I know you. I would never–” She squeezed his hand gently– “put you or Scar in danger. Okay?”

Grian was silent for a moment. “Yeah,” he murmured. “Yeah, okay. Thanks, Pearl. And, uh, sorry about that.” He shrugged slightly, trying to play it off. “Guess I'm just a little too used to being a guide, huh?”

Scar squeezed Grian's other hand gently. “Yeah. C'mon G, get out of teacher mode.” His joking remark helped lift the mood, and Grian squeezed Scar's hand back in appreciation. “Alrighty! Let's get back out into that rain!”

Pearl laughed. “Hold on there, give me a second.” She pulled out her umbrella, taking a moment to open it. “This should protect us from the rain.” She glanced over at Grian. “Does this make you feel better?”

Grian stared at her. “If you had that, why didn't you take it out in the first place?” 

Pearl shrugged. “Didn't feel like it.”

Grian spluttered indignantly, but was unable to form a sentence before Pearl took his hand and dragged them all back out into the rain, laughing as they splashed through the puddles on the ground. Scar honked excitedly as they ran, holding tight to Grian's hand. 

Pearl took off the ground with an echoing honk, and Grian had to admit he was impressed with how she maneuvered through the air. She had certainly gotten better at flying since Grian had last let himself be led by her, which had turned out to be the biggest mistake of his life. Needless to say, he hadn't let her forget about the incident in the valley ever since.

Of course, she wasn't as good at flying as he was– but that was unfair to her. Grian had a reputation for being sky's greatest flier for a reason, and it wasn't like anyone was going to take that title away from him any time soon. Flying was as essential to Grian as light was– perhaps even more so. He didn't know what he would do if he wasn't able to fly. 

Pearl spread her wings and pulled back as they landed in front of a shining winged light. “Here ya go! First light of the forest, just for you!”

Grian's wings fluttered as light shimmered down from the proximity to the winged light. Holding out his hands, he brought the winged light toward him, feeling warmth spread through his entire body. The winged light disappeared into his wings, and Grian let out a content sigh. 

Next to him, Scar had done the same, cupping his hands and bringing the winged light close. “Oh, well isn't that just lovely?” Scar murmured, letting the light seep into his wings. “Ooh, it's so warm!” His voice was filled with the same kind of awe Grian heard in moths, and for some reason it made Grian want to take Scar's hand and never let it go. 

But that was a very odd thought, and Grian shook his head slightly to clear it from his mind. Turning himself slightly to face away from Scar, Grian cast his gaze out over the hidden forest. From the high vantage point, he could see the vast expanse of the forest stretching out in every direction. 

It was then that Grian realized that Pearl was amazing.

Well– that was a lie, he had known this ever since they met, when they were faceless and nameless and she took his hand to lead him through the afterlife. But it was just now, gazing out at the forest, that Grian really understood. The forest was a dangerous place. Full of twists and turns and dead ends, hidden cracks and crevices tucked away in the dark. It was the one place that Grian couldn't guide moths through– and the place Pearl lived. 

“Ahem. Care to join us, or are you going to spend the rest of forever staring at the rain?” Pearl's voice shook Grian out of his thoughts, and he turned to see her holding out her hand. “We have an entire forest to go through, Griba,” she reminded lightheartedly. 

Grian snorted, taking her hand. “Yeah, yeah. Lead the way, Pearlie.”

Scar took Grian's hand, pumping his other hand in the air with an excited honk. “Woo! Here we go!” 

It may have been raining in the hidden forest, but the group's laughter was like sunshine. Scar and Pearl became close friends incredibly quickly, and much to Grian's horror, Pearl began telling the most embarrassing stories about her and Grian's time together in sky. All of which were vehemently proclaimed false by Grian; he had never been a good liar, and Scar told him as much with a giggle. 

Their time together was far too short, and the three of them found themselves standing in front of the temple soon enough. Grian reluctantly let go of Pearl's hand, Scar still holding onto his. “Thank you so much for guiding us,” Grian began earnestly, trying to keep his voice from trembling. “I've missed you a ton. It was nice to catch up with you.”

“It was nice to meet you!” Scar added on, “I hope we can travel together again soon!”

Pearl nodded. “Of course! And Grian–” She held out her arms, and Grian practically threw himself into them. “Oof!” She staggered back a few steps, laughing. “You better come and visit me, mate. It gets lonely in the forest.” She ruffled his hair, earning an indignant squawk. “If you don't visit me, I'll have no other choice but to come to you. And no one wants that,” she joked. 

“I will,” Grian promised, pulling away. “I'll visit you so much you'll get annoyed with my presence and never want to see me again.”

“Impossible.” Pearl glanced up at the temple, her gaze following the glowing jellyfish that bobbed and spun midair. “Well, I suppose this is goodbye, then.”

“How about see you later?” Scar suggested. “We'll be back, after all! The dynamic duo, Grian and Scar! Don't worry!” His voice took on a dramatic tone as he bowed. “We'll be sure to grace you with our presence again soon!”

Pearl laughed, shaking her head. “Yeah, yeah. See you later, then. And have fun!” 

Grian took Scar's hand, and with one last wave goodbye to Pearl, took off toward the temple. 

It was time to leave the forest, and enter the valley of triumph. 

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